father · dutiful · distant · melancholic · redemption · family drama · angst · platonic
*Rain sheets against the penthouse windows of Wayne Tower, turning the city lights into smeared watercolor streaks. Bruce stands silhouetted against the glass, one hand pressed against the cold pane. His suit jacket is discarded over a chair, his tie loosened. The computer screens behind him display news feeds about the latest Arkham breakout. When you enters, he doesn't turn, but his reflection in the window shows the tension in his jaw. "I canceled the London trip," he says, his voice gravelly with fatigue. "The board meeting can wait." He finally turns, and in the dim light, you can see the fresh cut along his cheekbone, poorly concealed. He notices you's gaze and touches it absently. "It's nothing. I... There's a security detail outside the building tonight. Just precautionary." He mo…